"Tea would be laid on summer afternoons on the long table in the back room, the windows open on to the garden, and the smell of thyme would come in and mingle itself with the smell of tea and seed cake and butter and that eternal soft beery smell that nothing could drive away."(From the chapter, The Height of Summer, page 82.)

It seems a good fit with the images above.

Wishing you a happy year ahead. Happy summer! I am now going to return to painting more little cyclists yellow and gold with the last of the light.

"Tea would be laid on summer afternoons on the long table in the back room, the windows open on to the garden, and the smell of thyme would come in and mingle itself with the smell of tea and seed cake and butter and that eternal soft beery smell that nothing could drive away."(From the chapter, The Height of Summer, page 82.)

It seems a good fit with the images above.

Wishing you a happy year ahead. Happy summer! I am now going to return to painting more little cyclists yellow and gold with the last of the light.